Page 61 of His Turn

Chapter Seventeen - Bric

She starts to cry. Which doesn’t surprise me. It’s a hard drop coming down from subspace. She surrendered completely to us tonight, even when she thought she wasn’t.

Her trembles become shivers, become shaking as we hold her tight. Wrap our warm bodies around her cold one.

“It’s OK,” Jordan says. “Just relax now. It’s done. You did so good, Nadia.” He kisses her forehead and smooths her wet hair away from her face. “You made us so happy. You were perfect.”

“You trusted us,” I say, squeezing her body a little to make her feel surrounded and safe. “We love you a little more for that, you know.”

“I didn’t trust you,” she sobs. “I hated you.”

“That’s fine,” I say. “You can think that now because what we did was very confusing. So it’s gonna take a while to sort it all out. But you’ll understand what really happened in a few days. You’ll see.”

“And I don’t love you,” she spits. “I quit. Fuck this game. Fuck this game!” She tries to get up, but both Jordan and I hold her tighter.

“No,” Jordan says. “You can’t leave. We’ll tie you to the fucking bed if you try to leave. You can’t walk out on the mind fuck. Not until it’s over. And it’s not over until aftercare is finished. You need this night to process, Nadia. So just lie still and relax. We’re through playing tonight. You’re safe.”

She cries harder after that. But she gives in to us. Again. Completely. And when her sobs turn silent, Jordan looks at me and shakes his head. Good game, he mouths.

I let out a long breath in agreement.

Fantastic fucking game.

She falls asleep first, her breathing finally even and slow. Then Jordan. His grip on her body looser than before. But the dawn is peeking through the sheer curtains before I finally surrender to the win and relax.

I wake up at the motion of the shifting mattress. Nadia is crawling down to the foot of the bed, still between Jordan and me. I grab her ankle out of instinct, startling a gasp out of her as she looks over her shoulder. “I’m just going to the bathroom,” she says.

Her voice is low. Calm.

So I let go of her and she stumbles her way across the room, closing the door to the bathroom behind her.

“Fuck,” Jordan says next to me. “What time is it?”

I glance over at the clock on the nightstand. “Eight fifteen,” I say, croaking out the word.

“Way too fucking early.” Jordan sighs, turning over on his stomach and bunching up the pillow beneath his head.

“Yeah,” I mumble, eyes on the bathroom door. “Should we sleep or eat?”

“Fuuuuuck,” Jordan groans into his pillow.

“We have to feed her before we can let her leave. And she might be ready to leave.”

“Call room service then,” he says, barely audible since he’s talking to the pillow.

“It’s a Club holiday,” I say. “Everyone has today off. No room service.”

Jordan lifts his head and stares at me. “You dick. Are you fucking serious?”

“I didn’t really think this through.” I laugh. “I really thought she’d bolt last night before we even got as far as the chains.”

“Yeah,” Jordan laughs, turning back over, his chest bare and ripped with muscle. His hand wanders down to his dick, absently playing with it. “What a great night.”

I want to fuck them both, I realize. Before we end this session. We were spent last night by the time we got her up here, so we never did get a real threesome.

“Nadia,” I call to the closed bathroom door. “What are you doing in there?”

No answer. “Nadia,” Jordan yells, “Answer him.”